Page 40 of Hard Count (Newhouse University #4)

NASH

We did it. A fourth quarter defensive touchdown by Eli was the final nail in the coffin for New Orleans.

I was able to follow their defense and figure out when they were going to blitz or send extra defensemen downfield.

Drew did her homework and having her at our afternoon practices with the whole team made a huge difference.

I liked seeing her and her dad together even if they were working against each other.

I see where she gets her competitive nature from. Coach may have yelled at me more than usual but I was laughing the whole time.

I kick my shoes off by the front door and walk stealthily down the stairs to my room.

It’s late—or early in the morning—and I don’t want to wake Drew up.

Not like this. I wish she could have traveled with us for the game but she had an assignment for one of her psychology classes that she needed to finish.

My girl is going to disrupt the sports industry with her view on staying on the top of your game while battling with your mental health.

Popping the door open to my room, I duck my head inside. My heart practically leaps out of my chest when I see her tucked under the covers. I’m desperate to get to her. I drop my bag in a corner and then rush to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

I don’t even bother putting clothes back on when I'm done. I can’t wait until we have our own place and I can walk around naked without dodging Eli in the hallway. Thankfully he’s not home tonight and I don’t have to worry about it.

She’s got herself wrapped up in the blanket and sheets like a burrito again. It’s always cute until I have to unwrap her without waking her up. Gently I roll her onto her back and slide the blanket out from underneath her. She murmurs as she settles back onto her pillow.

Slipping into the bed beside her, I pull the covers back over us. Even with the heat on, the basement stays nice and cool. I crawl over her sleeping form and run my lips up her body, tasting her and leaving open mouth kisses as I slowly start waking her up.

I lick up her rib cage and under her breast. She shifts beneath me when I take her nipple in my mouth and run my teeth and tongue over it. Her hips grind and she rubs her pussy against my dick. She’s already soaked for me.

Balancing my weight on my hands I lift my hips and line myself at her entrance. I hold back a groan when I dip my dick inside her. Pumping a few times, I watch her writhe and moan. Her eye lids flutter and she smiles up at me. So fucking gorgeous.

I pull out before she gets a chance to come.

"Nash," she whimpers.

"I know, baby. I promise you'll like this just as much." I kiss her lips and slide my tongue into her mouth, waking her up more.

Moving down her body I settle myself between her thighs in front of her pussy. I lick up her center, tasting her on my tongue. I push the tip of my nose against her clit and plunge my tongue into her tight hole, making her legs lock around my head.

Pushing her thighs back down, I wrap my arms around them to hold them in place.

She pushes her body against my face and moans while faintly whispering my name.

"Feels so good," she says sleepily. "Right there," she whispers. Her legs shake and her toes curl into my sides as she comes. I don’t stop licking until her limbs go limp. I would stay here all night if I wasn’t so desperate to feel her come on my cock.

Leaning over her body, I nuzzle her face. She wraps her arms around my neck. Pressing my lips against hers, I tug at her bottom lip until she starts to move them on her own and her fingers slowly come to life on my back. “Hi, baby,” I whisper against her mouth.

“Hi.” Her eyes flutter open before closing and she returns to kissing me. Slowly, I push my dick inside her. Instinct has her clenching at my intrusion making her even tighter. “Relax for me, baby,” I whisper to her as I massage her hip. “There you go. Let me in,” I coo.

She rolls her hips, matching my rhythm. “I missed you. I don’t like it when you go away for a few days,” she says, still a little sleepy.

“I know. I hate it too.” I glide in and out of her cunt, watching where our bodies connect. “You're so hot taking my dick. Your pussy was made for me. Wasn't it?”

She opens her eyes and lifts her head to watch us.

She nods and her pussy tightens around me, making me whimper.

I bottom out inside her and then lay over her body, letting her keep my cock warm.

I kiss her neck and nip at her ear while her pussy pulses and clamps down on my cock.

“You like it when I’m inside you like this, don’t you little fox? ”

“Yes, but now I want you to move," she whines. "Please.” Her eyes lock with mine and she scratches at my back. I slip my arm underneath her and hold her hip tight against me and flip us so she’s on top.

“You control the pace. Show me how you want it.” I push her hair off her face and give her a kiss. She sits up in a languid motion. I slide my hands up her rib cage and cup her tits in my hand while she moves up and down on my dick.

“Lean back, put your hands on my legs. Just like that.” I grab her hips and thrust into her.

“Yes,” she moans, throwing her head back. “Don’t stop. Oh god. Please, don’t stop.” She stares at me, biting down on her lip and I buck inside her .

Circling her clit with my thumb, I ask, "are you going to come with me?” I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer. She keeps moaning and whimpering every time I thrust back inside her. It’s bringing me closer to falling over the edge.

Her head rolls to the side and she moans as she finds her release. I grab her braid hanging over her shoulder and wrap it around my hand until I can cup the back of her neck. Yanking her toward me, I slam her lips against mine while my cum fills her up.

She collapses on top of me and I feel like doing the same. My chest is heaving and sweat trickles down my face. I roll her on her side and kiss her chest. “I’ll be right back.” I slip into the bathroom and clean myself up. Then I wet a washcloth with warm water.

I wipe between her legs and toss the cloth in my dirty hamper. She crawls into my arms as soon as I’m back in bed. I breathe in her orange and citrus shampoo and it’s like entering a sanctuary. She’s my refuge. The place I know I can go when everything else becomes too much.

“I love you,” she says, kissing my chest. The words still make my body react when she says them. I know how hard it was for her to finally give all of herself to me.

“I love you, too.” I pull her closer and let my exhaustion kick in.

“Are you kidding me?” Gavin yells at the television. “These refs need to get their eyes checked. How did they miss that hold? Unbelievable,” he grumbles.

“They can come back after halftime. There’s still plenty of time. Calm down. You’re too old to yell like that. You’ll give yourself a heart attack,” Drew says, dipping a chip into some kind of dill pickle dip. It sounds disgusting but it’s surprisingly good.

“Old? I’m forty-three. And that’s not the point. They should do their jobs. I’m getting more food. Do you need anything?” he asks, standing up from his recliner.

“I’ll get a refill in a few minutes. Thanks,” Drew replies.

“I’m good,” I say, waving him off. I lean over her and snag a chip off her plate.

“Hey, mister!” She lifts her elbow to block me from getting any more. “This is mine. You can get your own in the kitchen.”

“But you’re mine. So that makes this mine by default.” I take another chip.

She narrows her eyes. “I don’t think so.”

“Everything okay over there?” Gavin’s eyes bounce between the two of us with concern.

“I took a chip,” I explain.

“With dip,” she adds .

Gavin lets out a low whistle. “I would advise against that. I remember her raising hell when she was around eight years old because I ate the last of something she wanted in the middle of the night.”

“I don’t remember that. It must have been your other daughter,” she jokes.

“Good thing the one I like is here,” he banters back.

Drew smiles down at her plate as she pushes a chip around, painting it with her dip. I drop a hand on her thigh and squeeze. It’s only been a week or so since their heart to heart but already there seems to be a weight lifted off both of them.

In the past, she would arm herself with a shield and sword in preparation to see her dad.

It got better with each visit but her guard was always up as if she was waiting for him to push her away again.

When we left my house this morning, she didn’t hesitate.

She was ready before I was and had groceries in hand to come over and cook for the game.

“The writing is on the wall for the Blazers’ head coach,” one of the announcers says during the halftime report getting my attention. “The organization is currently making a short list of prospects.”

“This should surprise absolutely no one,” Drew says. “He wasn’t the right choice to handle an expansion team.”

“The dark horse in the running might upset some of our Alabama residents,” he says, as they flash a photo of Gavin on the screen. Drew and I both whip our heads in his direction. He curses under his breath and wipes his hand down his face.

“Wait,” Drew says, when he opens his mouth to speak. “I want to hear what they’re going to say. Then you can explain what’s going on.”

“His winning record at Newhouse University makes an impressive resume. He led the Knights to another playoff berth this season. The Knights aren’t just winning games.

They’re breaking records. They lead their conference with passing and running yards, defensive touchdowns, sacks, fourth down conversions.

It’s truly remarkable what they’ve accomplished this season,” he says.

“Do you think he’ll be able to leave everything he’s built at Newhouse to start over with the Blazers?” Spencer Hamilton, a retired quarterback, asks.